Hard rain falls Whilst fighting fists **** Power rules them by scarily deep drawl "War cries" For them all Off with them all By the time of the fall We'll **** them all Dying in the midst Whistle blowing In the warring wind Making our stand Fighting for our rights
Get up stand up for your Rights Don't crawl You may fall
In the sailing squall Our worst hurricanes hold Your home in its waves It cascades the grace Towards the direction of dreary Eyes that can't dream
Looking at your resting reflection In the greener waters?
Sea of the hooded sharks Fins keeps us in the view of danger In the transparent waters Maybe the ranger will Save you from the storm
Hoping storm troopers Make you a service ranger
Kids stuck in the Syrian war Are they just children Dying for peace With their dreams Resting with ashes That should have belonged To the seas
And lot of watching In the end just believing That war is a belief War is Peace Orwell oft' is right Ignorance is Strength Freedom Is Slavery Since, God watches Fighting with his ignorance With enslaved strength Freedom Is Strength And it is powerful Since, it prays For praise
Like Madonna Painted on the oil Thou art Hope "Your art ropes me in"
In The Cathedral Your Hope brings art To the ghouls They are, The ghosts of the many souls
And the Jews Chambered in the gas Ceiling Breathing through a mouth-piece "I'm dying, the fumes" They're tearing my lungs to pieces! Thinking Where is the crimson tide Is it peace Whilst drowning in The horizon?
In red hues In the death Of the dead sea The laurel wreath Lies floating with the breath Oh capt'n capt'n Of the sailing wind
Nails to the coffin The wind whistles Jesus Is Dead Jesus Is Dead Jesus is the dead?